THE WALL OF FACES

I was five, when last I saw you. My memory of you is of being tossed up in the air by you. I felt a little scared and safe, at the same time, because I knew you’d catch me.

I remember seeing Abuela faint when she was told that you were gone. I saw Mom breakdown sobbing over the loss of her big brother.

I often wonder how our family would be, had you walked back through the door of Abuela’s railroad apartment. But, you came back in a box instead. We all love and miss you. Mimi

Lance Corporal Gilbert Diaz Jr., Served with Battery A, 1st Battalion, 12th Marine Regiment, 3rd Marine Division, Third Marine Amphibious Force.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Thinking of you today. Thank you for your sacrifice, and your bravery. Rest in peace.

Miss you as much today as I did when you left us in December of 1967. I remember spending at least 2 days with you before you left, life has Never been the same without you. Until we meet again, "Keep rejoicing with Jesus". Love you, "Kookie"...